To Hunt The Whale Kenneth Brill F 3, D

Sixty years ago he went to sea

The school was out and the boat was at the quay,

He climbed on board, signed on for the crew

The Lime boats and the drifters wouldn't do

His sister's and his mother's mourning clothes

Told the story of his father's boat 'The Rose'

But adventure and manhood beckoned on

And he sailed with the whaler in the dawn

Come away my boys it's time to go

Oh the boat leaves today

and we are on our way to hunt the whale, to hunt the whale

The seasons long he lived the whaler's way

North by Greenland south by Table Bay

Up aloft aye searching through the storm

The Right Whale, the Rorqual and Sperm

A shout goes up below "I see a whale"

The wheel spins round and the bows cut through the gale

Another blow - they turn and chase it down

The harpoon fires, another life is gone

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And now an old man sits down by the quay

He knows he killed the life that set him free

He sees the death of ocean and of land

He knows he killed the whale and killed the man

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